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A daughter, a sister, a Korean-American. I worked in visual effects (the fun stuff) for feature films. I love my family and friends more than anything. I am a workaholic, a bibliophile, and a turophile. Someday, I hope to be a VFX producer of a movie that I am willing to sweat, bleed, and cry for.
I am temporarily in Korea (starting in July 2011) to work and play. Who knows where I'll end up!
... I ended up marrying a Korean! We work together and live together in Busan, the second-largest city in Korea (after Seoul). Before you ask, no babies yet and no babies for a while!

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Friday, February 13, 2009

So while January 14 is a holiday that is celebrated only in Korea (and perhaps other Asian areas), February 14 is definitely a holiday that is celebrated worldwide.

The difference between America and Korea is that here in the U.S., girls and boys give each other candy/chocolates/cards/gifts. In Korea, 2/14 is when the girls give boys chocolates. Don't worry, we'll talk about how Koreans girls get their candy in March, when Americans are still hungover from the green beer and Irish car bombs. (You know who you are!)

**edit** Yeah, I'm totally confused. In my defense, I was at work for far too long yesterday. Korean girls get candy in March when Americans are still rushing out to buy green dye for their beer, their hungovers but a faraway dream.

I heard on the radio this morning that there are people in India who are mocked and even tortured for celebrating an impure Western holiday. Couples get their faces painted black, they're forced to get married, people throw things at them ... that's all just incomprehensible to me. How can anyone be so cruel about a silly holiday?!

On a lighter note, it's only 9:35 p.m. (in L.A.) and Google has already sold out to this Hallmark holiday. At least it's not (too) ugly.

I plan on sleeping late tomorrow and making a lasagna. No, lasagnas have nothing to do with Saint Valentine or even romance ... unless you count my love of cheese as a romance.